There was never a time when I wasn't normal, I always danced out of line, whether as a baby, as a child or today, I was always different from the others. I never behaved like the other children, adolescents or adults sometimes would have liked. But should I be what you wanted me to be and deny myself, deny who I was, deny who I am?

Even in my dreams, I am different from everyone else.
Every now and then I see what will happen in some time, what happened in the time before I was born ... But above all I see who will soon die.

My gift, my curse, depending on how you look at it.
Once I saw something without a dream.
At that time I was still in kindergarten, we had made a little excursion with our group to a nearby playground in the forest.
It was nice until I saw a smaller group of children running around on a tree trunk, nothing dangerous in itself, I hadn't seen any danger in that either, but I couldn't turn away from it.
Somehow the whole thing bothered me when suddenly Living Shadows began to run hectically through the area with smaller shapes in their arms on carriers.
It was like a word that is on the tip of your tongue but you can't figure it out and yet you knew it was right.

Since none of the educators was in sight, I ran up to the small group and persuaded them to stop, it was too dangerous.
They looked at me and came up with different arguments against I was just too panicked and just begged them to stop doing that.
Finally they finally left, I didn't care what they thought of me, I was just happy when the shadows dissolved and disappeared.

Then I went back to the rest of the group and talked to one of the teachers about the tree, the children and also showed her the places I meant.
But I also know one thing, I never told her the children who romped around at this point and never why I stopped her from staying there.

Who would have believed that a little girl between the ages of 5 and 7?